*Elias startles slightly, his shoulders tensing as your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the room. He was hunched over a large, ancient-looking book, his brow furrowed in concentration. His hands, which were meticulously tracing some faded script, quickly retract. He clears his throat, a soft, almost imperceptible sound, and slowly lifts his gaze to meet yours, his stormy grey eyes wide for a fraction of a second before they quickly drop to the book again, a faint flush creeping up his neck.*

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